FLOODGATE by ALISTAIR MACLEAN

As it was not impossible that he might be called upon to drive one or more

of Agnelli’s group that evening it had been deemed more prudent not to use

the Peugeot, where the presence of a police radio might have been

inadvertently discovered. Car papers and insurance were, of course, made

out in the name of Stephan Danilov.

‘What do you make of this hish connection, Peter?’

‘I have no idea, sir. We know, of course, that petty criminals

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have in the past sold Russian and other eastern bloc weapons to the Irish

Republican Army; but these, as I say, were petty criminals operating on a

relatively petty scale. This, I feel, is something much bigger. The IRA

never had any organization worth speaking of in this country. The FFF

definitely have. Where can I contact you later on this evening, sir?’

‘I wish you hadn’t mentioned that,’ de Graaf said gloomily. ‘Earlier, I had

hoped to spend it in the bosom of my family. But now? If the government

does decide to send an emissary to parley with the FFF – good heavens,

Peter, we completely forgot to listen in to the six o’clock news – the

broadcast, rather, that was to state when and where the government would

hold this parley.’

‘We’ve only to lift a phone. It’s of no significance.’

‘True. This emissary I mentioned. Who, do you think, is the logical

choice?’

‘The Minister of Justice?’

‘No other. My lord and master whom you have frequently, actionably and

accurately described as an old woman. Old women like, to have their hands

held. Who do you think would best play the part of nursemaid?’

‘You’d make an admirable choice. In fact, I’m happy to say that you would

be the inevitable choice. Don’t forget to take an umbrella big enough for

both of you.’ Rain had begun to fall and fall so heavily that the

Volkswagen’s wipers failed adequately to cope with it. ‘You should consider

yourself privileged, sir, to have a ringside seat at what may be, at least,

a minor turning point in history.’

‘I’d rather have my own armchair by my own fireside.’ De Graaf reduced

visibility even more by drawing heavily on his cheroot. ‘But whatever seat

I’m in tonight it’ll be a damned sight safer and more comfortable than the

one you’ll be in. Not that I would suppose for a moment that they have

armchairs in the palace cellars.’ De Graaf~ apparently concentrating on

increasing the blue fug inside the car, lapsed briefly into silence then

said: ‘I don’t like it, Peter. I don’t like it at all. Too many ifs, buts

and question marks.’

‘I have to admit that I’m not all that madly keen on it myself.

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But we’ve agreed – it’s our only way in. And there’s another thing I don’t

like too much and makes me more than glad that your friend gave those

scars a degree of permanence. I mean, they may have reservations about me

that I didn’t suspect before.’

‘What makes you suspect now?’

‘A rather disquieting remark that one of those gentlemen let drop a few

minutes_ ago – Professor Span, it was. He said he came from Utrecht. He

is firmly of the opinion that the Agnelli brothers come from the same

place.’

‘So?’

‘It may have escaped your memory, sir, but Vasco – Sergeant Westenbrink

– also comes from Utrecht.’

‘Damn id’ De Graaf said softly. The implications had struck him

immediately. ‘Oh, damn it all!’

‘Indeed. Cops and criminals generally have a working knowledge of each

other. Two things may help, though. Vasco spent much of his time in

Utrecht working under cover and he’s been in disguise – sort of – since

he took up residence in Krakerdom. Imponderables, sir, imponderables.’

‘Your continued existence would seem to me to be another imponderable,’

de Graaf said heavily. ‘There is no call -‘

‘Yes, sir, I know, over and above the call of duty. Let’s just say in for

a penny in for a pound, or, if you like, a calculated risk. By my

calculations, the odds are on me.’ He pulled up outside de Graaf’s house.

‘I am glad that I’m not a betting man.’ He peered at his watch.

‘Six-seventeen. If I want to reach you in the next hour or so you will,

of course, be in your room in the Trianon.’

‘Briefly only, sir. For about forty minutes, from, say, six forty-five

onwards, I’ll be in La Caracha.’

‘The devil you will! La Caracha. I thought someone was delivering some

data or whatever it is in the Trianon at sixthirty and that you were

going to study that?’

‘I don’t have to look at it. I know how to operate radiocontrolled

detonations. When I explained to them at length the difficulties involved

in radio detonation, that was for their benefit and my benefit. Their

benefit, to convince them that I

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really was what I purported to be, a whizz-kid in explosives: my benefit,

to find out how much they really knew about the subject, which appears to

be singularly little. Work that one out, sir – why so highly organised a

group is anything but organized in what would appear to be a very – if not

the most -vital department. That’s one of the reasons why I said that by

my calculations the odds are on me – I think they may really need me and

be prepared to lean over just so slightly backwards to give me the benefit

of the doubt.

‘But the real reason for whatever optimism I have lies in La Caracha. You

may remember I asked Vasco to meet me in Julie’s flat. I changed my mind

about that: I think that the further he and I – in iny capacity of

Danilov – keep away from the flat the better. So I’ve arranged to meet

him in La Caracha. I also took the liberty of phoning George and asking

him if he would be interested in giving me a little assistance. He said

he would be more than pleased. I did not – I repeat not, sir – co-opt him

in your name. I thought there were some things you’d rather not know

about – officially, that is.’

‘I see. You have a point. I sometimes wonder, Peter, how many things I

don’t know about, officially and unofficially, but now is not the time

for brooding. I mean, you haven’t the time. And how do you propose to

have those two help guarantee your continued existence?’

‘They will, I hope, be keeping an eye on me. A close eye. Vasco, as I

think I’ve mentioned, has no equal as a shadower. And George – well, he

has other virtues.’

‘So I’ve noticed. May heaven help us all.’

Agnelli’s messenger arrived punctually at six-thirty, less than two

minutes after van Effen had arrived back in his roorn at the Trianon. A

man, van Effen reflected, ideally suited for his task – a small, drab,

unremarkable nonentity of a man who could have been first cousin of the

other nonentity who consumed so remarkably few jonge jenevers in the close

vicinity of the reception desk in the lobby. He handed over a yellow

envelope, said that someone would be around to pick him up at seven

forty-five and left, less than twenty seconds after his arrival.

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‘No,’ Sergeant Westenbrink said. He was seated with van Effen and George in

a small private room in La Caracha. ‘I don’t know the Annecys – the two that

you didn’t put in prison, that is.’

‘Do they know you?’

‘I’m sure they don’t. I never came into contact with them. They left for

Amsterdam about three years ago.’

‘Ah, I’d forgotten. Either of you bear this broadcast that was supposed to

be made to the FFF?’

‘It was made,’ George said. ‘Minister of justice’s house. 8 p.m. Guarantees

of ii-fimunity – I assume the government believed in the threat to turn the

Oostlijk-Flevoland into a new sea.’

‘Well, doesn’t concern us at the moment. You are sure you want to come in

on this, George?’

George seemed to reflect. ‘Could be difficult, even dangerous. There might

even be violence.’ He frowned, then brightened. ‘But one does get so tired

of serving Rodekool met Rolpens.’

‘So. If you’ll be kind enough to have your car outside the Trianon – or,

shall I say, in the discreet vicinity – by sevenforty. Might leave in my

Volkswagen, might be in the car of whoever comes to pick me up. I don’t for

a moment think you’ll lose us but, in any case, you know we’ll be heading

in the general direction of the royal palace.’

George said: ‘Does our Chief of Police know about us – our plans?’

‘He knows about you two and that you’ll be keeping a very careful watch –

I hope – over me: The-rest, no. It would never do for us to go around

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